It has occurred to me that in a lost and searching culture that largely doesn’t know where else to place its faith, self-love campaigns,...

It’s spooky season, and the weather follows suit in a perpetual state of preparing for storm. A hazy filter settles over the world,...

I think I hear a cayote in the backyard woods. Maybe it’s just a dog from the faraway fenced in house. Maybe it’s just a groundhog red...

Morning rain is weeping Onto the windowpane. Pitter-patter, as it fills the edges of overturned buckets, And any crevice it can find....

As a performer it is very easy to feel listless, devalued, and depressed during the off season. Not super proud to say I have already...

Oh, reticent December. Your intrinsic beauty is forgotten. Your natural fairness is hidden in a holiday. Nestled to a hearth with a tree...

There is something intoxicating about a fresh start. A fresh start is a cleaned slate, a freshly mown lawn, a vacuumed house, a glazed...

I t takes only a subtle glimpse into the magic of life to take an artist from the utter grayness of the mundane, to the colorful world of...